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Ba Ba Bad Shepherd Boy
Watery eyed thoughts came, Zap! Pow! a short circuited brain. Inward turned burned ocular pain, too many thoughts to restrain I’m a cheap sheep making my mistakes again. Smell my seared wool going down the drain. Ba, ba, blackishly wishing I was right as rain. Words accessed by my fingertips help to quicken my sheepish heartbeat Yet I bang on my keyboard, DELETE, DELETE! Ripping out digital scores, sheet by sheet. Never once listening to what other sheep bleat. Instead I feel my brain draining as my barnyard thoughts are straining I can’t translate what they’re saying. It sounds to much like blah blah complaining. I’m watching you fake shepherd boy, black sheep never sleep into the darkness we’re destined to creep. Sad sadistic secrets you’ve burdened us to keep So we push our charred thoughts way down deep, as we travel paths dangerous and steep. Within the silence of the lambs, you devilishly relish hearing us weep. While I admire fleece as white as snow. I’m not inclined to go where those sheep go. Their path leads to your fictional rainbow. They’re not safe just because they travel slow. The True Shepherd wouldn’t lead them to and fro I listen to my uneasy queazy feeling and exit your proverbial row. I wish I could stop them too but, ba ba ba, to the slaughter they go. For Wow Me Poetry Contest entered August 26, 2019. Written August 21, 2019 Re-entered in John Hamilton’s N/A contest
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